Page 165 of My Rules

“He’s not a serial killer. At least we know that.”

“I guess.” I smile.

She jumps up and down on the spot. “How was it?”

“It was good.” I try to act cool.

“Just good?”

I begin to jump alongside her. “It was fucking unbelievable.”

I glance at my watch: 5:00 p.m.

Hmm, not a word from Blake ...

Maybe last night didn’t go as well as I thought it did.

I hold the remote to the television and change the channel. I’m in search of something to watch to take my mind off the whole situation.

Blake was gone when I woke up, and then ... nothing.

I thought he would have called or come over or ... I don’t fucking know. More than this, anyway.

I hear my front step creak, and I sit up. Knock, knock.

He’s here.

I fly off my couch and open the door, and there he stands. Six foot three of perfect male specimen.

“Hello, Miss Dalton.” He smirks. He steps forward, forcing me to step back.

“Hello, Dr. Grayson.” I smirk right back.

He keeps walking until I am backed up against the wall, and he bends and softly kisses me. “Good morning.”

“Ha,” I scoff. “You’re ten hours late.”

He kisses me quickly again. “Better late than never.” He looks around my house. “I can’t stay long.”

Oh . . .

“On account of me taking things slow,” he adds.

“Oh.” I smile with relief. “Right.”

“I just wanted to come over and talk about Cancún.”

“Uh-huh.” I act casual.

“I made some calls today and was able to reschedule some of my appointments, so ...” He shrugs. “I can swindle a few extra days off.”

Shit ... I don’t think I can. My face falls. “How many days?”

“Maybe we could stay until Wednesday. I mean, that’s if you can take the time off. It’s okay if you can’t.”

“No, no,” I stammer as I try to think of a solution. “I’ll take some annual leave or something. It’s just if they can’t get someone to cover my class, that’s all.”

“Okay.” His eyes hold mine, and they have that look that he gets, the mischievous one that I love.

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